So Long - Deniro Farrar

Yeah

COD 2 nigga

Free Tune

If’it ain’t right, it ain’t right

And I’ve been chasing this money so long

That a nigga ain’t had no sleep

Residue on the scale from the powder

AK by the dope for the beef

And I’ve been chasing this money so long

Been a week since a nigga been home

And I’m cutting fish scale with the fish

Soon as they won’t call me then it’s gone

Yeah

Real street nigga 35 for a brick

Sell it for the forty one made a flip for the 6

Moving all night breaking down shit

I be coming through the check with my down ass bitch

Crib in LA nigga so is my gun

If the feds come for me then I’m going on a run

Told mama 'bout the stash for the bills and the bonds

Told my baby mamas take care of my sons

Credits better give me I ain’t turnin their shit

Taught em how to straight scale but it’s really re-rock

Fuck around get pumped like a pair of Reeboks

Niggas out here weighin why so I’m shuttin down shop

E’ery know I’m makin bop so I’m clutchin my Glock

Mama said I need to quit but I ain’t gon' stop

It’s in my blood and I got it from my pops

Yeah I got it from my pops

Break it down flip it

Nigga wanna cook then he gotta come get it

Catch another work tryna see more digits

Marathonin' through the check, call em rubber band benny’s

I don’t fuck with the codeine or the molly

I be on point cause them other niggas sloppy

Ten four fuck, nigga roger that and copy

Got my head on the swivel

And my finger on the trigger of the motherfuckin' shotty

And I’ve been chasing this money so long

That a nigga ain’t had no sleep

Residue on the scale from the powder

AK by the dope for the beef

And I’ve been chasing this money so long

Been a week since a nigga been home

And I’m cutting fish scale with the fish

Soon as they won’t call me then it’s gone

Yeah

Real street nigga 35 for a pound

Got a place for them hoes that ain’t even touch down

Sell em hold I ain’t breakin nothin' down

Nigga say he want five on the other side of town

Try to rob me and Imma lay ya ass down

Gotta thumb through the check funny money goin' round

Back to the hood cause I’m east side bound

Got a chopper and a trap and it hold a hundred rounds

Notha' nigga play me how the fuck that sound

I be thuggin like illegal, breaker breaker where my people

Stand squad up in the regal for the workin' desert eagle

Nigga say he want beef but I ain’t no vegan

Wolves in my hood when they hungry Imma feed em

Fuck these niggas I don’t trust em I don’t need em

I don’t love these hoes I pack em I don’t eat em

Bitch can’t get shit from me with my peter

In the kitchen with the fish where I’m clutchin' my heater

Fam by my seater but nigga then I beat’er

And she do what I tell her cause she know that I don’t need’er

Got a crib in NY with a pus and the reefer

Got my bands off I ain’t gotta pull em out

And I don’t rob reals cause they make me stand out

Broke ass niggas always callin' for a handout

Come with that fuckery and it’ll be a man down

And I’ve been chasing this money so long

That a nigga ain’t had no sleep

Residue on the scale from the powder

AK by the dope for the beef

And I’ve been chasing this money so long

Been a week since a nigga been home

And I’m cutting fish scale with the fish

Soon as they won’t call me then it’s gone

So long…

Chasing…